Bond

Bond
by Juana de Ibarbourou 

     I grew
     Only for you.
Cut the acacia boughs that demand
Only destruction at your hand!

     My bosom blew
     Only for you.
Uproot me–in its natal hour
My only doubted were it candle or flower.

     My waters blue
     Flow for you.
Drink me–never crystal knows
So pure a tide as in this channel flows.

     Wings I knew
     Only for you.
Pursue me! (Quivering firefly,
Veil your flame from every eye!)   
 


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